The storage room of the fallen Auction Master Garret was vast and cluttered, filled with forgotten trinkets, discarded antiques, and mysterious crates stacked high against the dusty walls.
Kyle, Bruce, and Melissa stepped inside with silent caution, the stale air and faint scent of aged parchment and metal surrounding them like a shroud.
Bruce whistled low as he eyed the contents.
"He really hoarded a lot of junk."
Melissa didn't respond, already moving toward a shelf lined with gleaming stones. She picked up a violet gem and held it to the light, inspecting it for flaws.
"Some of this could fetch a good price."
Bruce grabbed a couple of gems too and weighed them in his hands.
"Not bad for a bonus."
But Kyle's voice cut through the room, calm and resolute.
"We don't need coin anymore. Leave the gems."
Bruce looked up, confused.
"Then what are we looking for, young master?"
